Surrender

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Silence and stealth
Winter’s tactics

advances during darkness
asserts its white agenda.

(For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: white.)

9 thoughts on “Surrender”

-Eugenia says:

December 1, 2019 at 10:32 am

Lovely photos and words, V.J.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 1, 2019 at 11:17 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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  1. -Eugenia says:
    
    December 2, 2019 at 11:14 am
    
    You’re welcome!
    
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simplywendi says:

November 30, 2019 at 6:46 pm

so beautiful to look at, even though I don’t like to drive in it

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 1, 2019 at 11:04 am
  
  Thanks and agreed.
  
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Cee Neuner says:

November 30, 2019 at 11:58 am

V.J., I may not like snow, but I do have to admit your photos makes it look so pretty 😀 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 30, 2019 at 4:52 pm
  
  Thanks Cee. It has its moments.
  
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Deborah says:

November 30, 2019 at 10:32 am

Gorgeous photos and poem! It’s strange that it is still Autumn until Dec 20th, yet all over the US ans where you live Winter decided to take over early! Beautiful work as always V.J.! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  November 30, 2019 at 10:38 am
  
  Weather seldom seems to follow a calendar. Thanks Deborah.
  
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